Gemma was sitting at the dining room table with a cup of coffee and her cell phone attached to her ear. "Good morning, Social Services," the lady on the other end said cheerfully, "How can I help you?" "Good morning," Gemma replied, "My name is Gemma Teller and I would like to talk to Jenny Simmons." "This is Jenny Simmons," she replied, "What can I do for you?" "I am a very close friend of Peyton Berkley's," Gemma began to explain, "She is in a very tough situation as you may know and I was wondering if we could make some new arrangements." "I'm not really at liberty to discuss our clients," Jenny replied, "Has something happened Ms. Teller?" "Yes, something very serious," Gemma replied, "I just need to know if Peyton has listed her parents as guardians of the children if the need should arise?" "Hold on one moment Ms. Teller, I'll have to go get the file," Jenny replied.
Gemma sat there and waited and drummed her fingers on the table. She was hoping that there was something on the file stating that if anything happened to Peyton, the kids were to go to either their grandparents or someone else that Peyton may have listed.
"Ms. Teller," Jenny said a few minutes later, "She has her parents, Dave and Joyce, on the file, but your name and Juan Carlos Ortiz's name is on the file." What the fuck, Gemma thought to herself, why would Juice's name be on the file? "Really?" Gemma questioned, "Why would Mr. Ortiz's name be on the file?" "He is listed as Evander's biological father," Jenny replied. Gemma's jaw hit the ground. She could not believe what she was hearing.
"Yes of course," Gemma replied, trying to act normal about the situation, "Justin Berkley has kidnapped Peyton and our family is out searching for her." "Oh my God," Jenny gasped, "Do you have any idea where they are?" "Well, you may know that Peyton's uncle is a part of a motorcycle club out here in Charming," Gemma said, "And so is her ex-husband Juan Ortiz, but we call him Juice. The whole club is out looking for her right now. I haven't received an update at this point." "I'm so sorry Ms. Teller," Jenny said quietly, "So I'm assuming you are all very close with Peyton." "More than you know Jenny," Gemma replied. "Well, how can I help?" Jenny asked, "I'll do whatever I can." "I was just wondering, since my name is on the file, is there any way to bring the children here?" Gemma asked, hoping that the situation would soften her up a little, "Her parents are here, I am here and the original plan was for Peyton to move out here once she could get away from Justin. Would Social Services and the children's foster parents be able to make this work?"
Gemma felt uneasy when there was no reply. There was just silence. "Hello?" Gemma asked nervously. "Ms. Teller, I am Evander and Darcy's foster mom," Jenny said quietly, "Peyton and I are very close friends. Since your name is on the list, I am allowed to bring the kids to you." Gemma started to breathe a little easier at this. "I would have to know that if for some reason you couldn't take care of them, that Dave and Joyce would be able to take them," Jenny stated, "I would have quite a bit of paper work to do and file it with the court, but I could have it done and filed tomorrow and I could fly out with the kids the day after tomorrow." "That would be perfect!" Gemma exclaimed, "You don't know what this will mean to me and to Peyton's parents." "Also, I need you to contact me the moment you hear about Peyton," Jenny said urgently, "Not just for the kids benefit, but for mine also." "You have my word Jenny," Gemma replied, "Just give me a call if you need anything at all."
Gemma put her phone down and took a big sip of her coffee. Now that that was done, she could worry about other things. She hadn't heard from anyone all night. She had tried calling every single person in the club and no one answered. Nero didn't even answer his phone when she tried him, which was rare.
Gemma had just lit a cigarette when her cell phone rang. She looked at the clock. It read 10:30 am. Gemma hadn't talked to anyone in over 15 hours.
"Nero?" Gemma asked quietly. "Yeah, it's me mama," he replied, sounding exhausted. "What's going on? Are you ok?" Gemma asked, "Did they find Peyton?" "Calm down Gem," Nero said, "A lot of shit went down last night and I have been assigned to let you know what's happening."
Gemma was worried and took a big drag on her cigarette. "Juice received a phone call from Peyton last night around 3:00 am asking him to help her. She apparently sounded very scared and hurt," Nero began, "Anyways, Juice lost his mind when the connection went dead and everyone rushed over to the hotel that Justin and Peyton were at. Gem, it's a very long story so I'm cutting to the end." "Is my family ok?" Gemma asked sternly. "I don't know," Nero replied, "Bobby got shot in the chest on the right side. He lost a lot of blood and they aren't sure if he will make it. Jax was shot twice, once in the leg and once in the stomach. He will be ok. The bullet to his stomach just grazed his side."
Gemma's heart ached and she couldn't take anymore, not if the rest of the news was going to be like this. "Baby," Gemma said quietly, "How much more is there?" "Juice got stabbed twice Gem," Nero replied, "He is in severely critical condition, but stable for now. He was stabbed in the shoulder and in the stomach. Justin is dead and Peyton is also in critical condition, but stable." "Justin's dead?" Gemma questioned, "Who killed him?" "Tig," Nero replied, "Tig is being held here until his bail hearing in two days. Happy and the rest of the guys have left already and I am staying here until Tig is released."
Her heart soared. Gemma had never asked Nero to become apart of this life, she knew how he felt about getting out of this particular life, but he stayed and he was willing to do whatever it took to be a part of her life.
"Jax, Bobby, Juice and Peyton are all being air lifted to St. Thomas this morning," Nero stated, "They should actually be there by now or if not, then very soon. I'm sure Tara will fill you in." "Ok, thanks baby, for everything," Gemma said sincerely, "I love you." "I love you too mama," Nero replied, "I'm gonna let you go for now, but I'll call later."
Gemma said goodbye and put her phone down on the table. Her head was pounding and she was worried about her family.
She didn't have much time to think because not five minutes later Tara flew into the house. "We've gotta go now," she exclaimed urgently, "I'm sure Nero filled you in. They all just got to the hospital."
Gemma stood up, grabbed her purse and they were out the door.
Jax was sitting up in his hospital bed when his mom rushed in in a panic. "Oh my god, baby," Gemma said, her voice filled with concern, "Are you ok?" "I'm fine mom. It's not me you need to be worried about," Jax replied, taking a deep breath in when his mother attacked him with a hug, "Jesus mom! Be careful."
Gemma pulled away quickly and looked him over. "Will the gun shot wound to your leg affect you at all?" she asked quietly, referring to him being able to still ride. "No, it just needs time to heal."
Jax was exhausted, he hurt and half of his family had been beaten and shot down. The anger and the hate that he saw in Tig's eyes before he pulled the trigger and shot Justin dead would haunt Jax forever. He had no idea what was going to happen to him. He couldn't believe the destruction that Justin had brought to his club and his family. He was frustrated that the doctors wouldn't tell him anything.
Gemma sat beside him in silence and held his hand. Neither one of them knew what to say.
Tara walked in a couple minutes later and she looked troubled. She walked up to Jax and ran her hands through his hair and kissed him softly. "Hey babe," he whispered before kissing her again, "What did you find out?"
The three of them squished on to the bed and Tara looked down at her hands. Jax rubbed her back, trying to soothe her, he knew that the news wasn't good.
"I've seen all 3 of them," Tara said quietly, "I am not the doctor assigned to them, but I am allowed access to them and to their files because of my relationship to all of you. I'll start with Peyton. She hasn't woken up yet since you guys found her on the bathroom floor in the hotel room. They will have to perform a significant amount of tests, which they will be starting shortly, to see if there is any swelling in the brain and to see if there was any major damage done when she was stabbed in the stomach. It appears that she was hit in the head and face multiple times and judging by the result of the x-ray they just did on her, she has three broken ribs and an additional fracture to her already broken leg."
Jax clenched his fists, trying to keep the anger at bay. Part of him had wished that it was him that had pulled the trigger and shot Justin dead, but regardless, Justin was dead. That's all that mattered.
"Is she going to be ok?" Gemma asked quietly. "She is doing ok right now," Tara replied, "But we can't say much for sure because we just don't know. We will know more once all the tests have been performed." Jax and Gemma nodded their heads in acknowledgment. "Now, with respect to Juice," Tara continued, "The stab wound to his shoulder was nothing to be concerned about. They stitched him up, but as for the stab wound to his stomach, they aren't sure how much damage was done, because Justin got him right in the middle. They aren't sure what the knife hit, if anything. They are taking him into surgery this morning." "Has he woken up?" Jax asked. "He woke up once, right after he got here," Tara replied, "The cops and doctors both tried to get as much information out of him as possible, but he couldn't stay awake."
Jax was beginning to feel the weight of the damage that was done last night. He just wanted to close his eyes and wake up from this horrible nightmare. He wanted to go back to five years ago, when him and Chibs tried to talk Peyton out of marrying that son of a bitch. Only the second time, in his mind, they would have been successful in talking her out of it.
Jax and Chibs stared at Peyton in shock when she had told them her "exciting" news. This news was not exciting to either one of them and they were pretty sure that the news wouldn't go over well with her family and the rest of the club.
"What the hell do you mean, you're getting married?" Chibs asked, the anger very evident in his eyes. "I mean, I'm getting married!" Peyton exclaimed excitedly, "I thought the two of you would at least try to be happy for me." "I don't know how you think we can be happy that you're marrying this prick?" Chibs snarled, "The man's an asshole and he's not very nice to you. I don't like him at all."
She turned and looked at Jax with hope in her eyes. "Don't look at me Darlin," Jax said, "I'm not any happier about this than Chibs is. When Ope hears about this he will fucking lose his mind." "What do you have against him?" Peyton snapped, "He's been great to me and he's helped me get over my heartbreak, finally. I thought I would never get over Juice and now here I am, excited to be starting a new chapter in my life."
"Can you at least think about this?" Jax asked, clearly frustrated, "Don't jump into it. Just give it a few days, let it sink in. Maybe you will think differently in a few days." "You know what?" Peyton shot at them, "Forget it. I don't need you to be happy for me. I just know that I am happy with him and you guys, not even Opie, can stop me from marrying him."
Jax and Chibs watched as she stormed out of the clubhouse and then looked at each other. Clearly they had upset her, but they both felt the need to be honest with her about how they felt about the situation. Something about Justin didn't sit right with them and they had talked about it on multiple occasions.
"We lost her haven't we Jackie boy?" Chibs asked quietly, sounding defeated. "I think so, Chibs," Jax replied, "I have no idea what to do about this now."
Jax opened his eyes from his thoughts and he could feel the anger getting closer to the surface. What hadn't he fought harder for her, why hadn't they all fought harder to stop her from marrying him? He didn't have an answer then and he didn't have an answer now.
"Jax, are you ok?" Tara asked him, squeezing his hand. He squeezed her hand back and smiled at her, reassuring her that he was ok.
"Jax, Gemma, Bobby is not ok," Tara said quietly, barely able to get the words out, "He fell unconscious at the hotel and he hasn't woken up since. His pulse is weak and he has lost a lot of blood. They have tried to stop the bleeding as best as they can, but he is still bleeding a little bit. They are going to try a blood transfusion, but they aren't sure if it will work. The only thing we do now is wait, but I just want you both to know, that it doesn't look good."
Jax had hit his limit. The tears finally began to fall when he heard Tara say those words. His heart broke and he couldn't contain it anymore. Gemma was crying also. The three of them wrapped their arms around each other. None of them knew how to deal with this news.
A couple minutes later they pulled apart when another doctor peeked his head in. "Sorry to bother you Tara," he said, "But Juice woke up right before his surgery. He has one request. He has asked to see his son."